Today is my birthday, and I'm officially 39 years old. My father is calling it my "Farewell Tour", as in farewell to the thirties. I'm calling him several other things.
I actually don't mind that I'm 39. I'm 39 years old, and I have been married for 18 years (19 in September.) I have two children, a home, and a career I love. Is there room for growth? Oh, you better believe it. But then, if everything was perfect that would be pretty boring, now don't you think?
Interestingly, Drew Barrymore and I have the exact same birthday. Today, she is 39 and expecting her second child. I have to confess that I have no idea how she's going to do that. I'm exhausted as it is! I cannot imagine having to go through the all-nighters with the little ones, but then I know a lot of people do so. Maybe it's the teenagers I have now, maybe they're exhausting me more than a baby would.
Anyway, it's always interesting to see someone with the exact same birthday and see what point they are in their lives in contrast to your own. Different choices you could have made, a different path to wander down.
I rather like the path I've chosen to wander, personally. And so, I welcome 39 and I'm not even a little bit fearful about 40. Although, I need to make an eye appointment because I think my eyesight turned 65 last month. Other than that? I'm happy to be here!
...with triple chocolate cake, of course!